Scanning the vista of delights
His eyes on automatic, pre-programmed for attraction
You need to have specifics when faced with this beautiful bounty
Succulent inside with colourful wrappers
Some catch the eye, bold as they are red
Experience has taught him these can be as sweet as they are sour
He narrows his search, a peachy flesh
And then, hidden by a slender piece in canary, is his desire
Saliva forms in his anticipation
A smile forming with his rising heart beat
He reaches for her, hand slightly trembling
The curves of her body holding his gaze
Smooth and toned skin, his fingertips discover
The others part momentarily as he grasps her, pulling her close
Space she occupied, retaken in that instant
Perfume of sweet enjoyment reaches out to his nostrils
Inhaling the fragrance, this temporary narcotic
Closer now, right in front of him, skin to skin
Just lingering there increases his arousal
Should he remove her pale green outfit, or take her as she is, in his lust
His lips kiss her neck, dry to his wet
Overwhelmed by his longing to have her
He’d had others like her before and many left him satisfied and comforted
Would she be the same or maybe even better?
Impatient to feel her flesh he moves in closer, primed to make his move
Devouring her, he digests her succulent juices
Too much for him running about his face
Climaxing at her taste, he pulls away
She seems different now
And it dawns on him, what a lovely pear!
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